Date: Wed, 3 Mar 2004 10:24:19 -0500 (EST)
From: Captain Swing <CaptSwing@webtv.net>
Subject: I Think I'm Going To Like It Here

The day after I finished the eighth grade my family moved from the town
I'd lived in all my life in Pennsylvania to our new home in North
Carolina.  My dad had been transferred earlier in the year.  Mom had
flown down to help pick out a new house, all the arrangements had been
made and our furniture had already been shipped.  Mom, my little sister
and I had stayed with friends the last few days until school ended for
the summer, and left early the next morning for our new home.

As planned we arrived the same day as the moving van.  I hardly had time
to inspect the empty new house before the truck drove up. I knew Mom
would be a basket case supervising the movers so I was happy that one of
the first things off the van was my bike.  I told Mom I was going to
explore the neighborhood and, as I expected, she was glad to have me out
of her hair.

The new house was in a fairly big , and fairly nice, development.  I
rode up and down streets, all much the same as ours.  I was surprised
that there weren't any kids around, except a few very young ones.  I saw
a few old folks, a few mothers with baby strollers, and a young guy
washing his car naked.

I couldn't believe my eyes. He wasn't really naked of course.  I quickly
realized he was wearing a pair of thin white shorts which had gotten wet
and clung to his skin, becoming almost transparent. I found the illusion
that he was nude very enjoyable though.  For the last year or so I'd
come to realize that I really liked looking at guys' bodies, especially
young adult guys like this one, the fewer clothes the better.  The
previous summer at the beach had been the real turning point, when I
realized I spent most of my time looking at the men in their bathing
suits.  I didn't really know why I found this so enjoyable.  I didn't
even relate it to sex, even though I often pictured somebody I'd seen on
the beach in my mind when I jerked off.

So when I passed the guy washing his car I rode to the end of the block
and turned around so I could look at him again.  He ignored me as I
pedalled past.  He was probably around twenty, maybe 5"9" or so, with
light brown hair. He was no bodybuilder, but well built, with well
defined muscles.  I wouldn't have used that kind of description at the
time; I just thought he looked good. And the fact he was almost naked
made him look even better.  I wanted to see him again, so I rode toward
him a third time.

"You come by here again I'm going to turn the hose on you."

I was shocked by his sudden hostility and almost fell off my bike.  I
looked at his face and he grinned.  It was a warm, friendly smile and I
realized he was kidding.  I smiled back and stopped when  I heard him
speak again.

"Sorry, What did you say?"

"I said 'You don't live around here, do you.' "

I told him I was just moving in, and where,and we started a casual
small-talk conversation.  I got off my bike and sat on a low wall next
to his driveway.  I loved the excuse to look at him.  His back was
mostly toward me as he wiped his car so my eyes could roam up and down
his body without him noticing. It was really as if he nothing on.  The
crack of his ass was perfectly visible.  I wasn't particularly into
asses at the time, but seeing one almost naked was a real turn-on.  I
wished I could see more of his front.

When he did turn around my eyes immediately sought out his groin.
Because of the wrinkles and seams of the shorts, though, I couldn't see
any details of his dick. When I realized that what I first thought was a
shadow was in fact his pubic hair under his shorts, my own dick began to
stir in my pants.

"All finished."

I'd been there probably ten minutes. I'd learned his name was Chris, he
was home from college for the summer, that he had a younger brother and
sister, both of whom were still in school.  Summer vacation hadn't
started here yet which was why I hadn't seen any kids on the street.  I
got up to leave.

"You want to come in for a Coke or something?"

"Sure."  I was thirsty, plus I'd get to look at him a little longer.

We went into his kitchen.  His mom and dad were at work, he'd told me.
He got a couple of Cokes out of the fridge.  He gestured for me to sit
at the kitchen table, then hesitated.

"These shorts are a mess.  Want to come up to my room while I get
cleaned up?"

"OK."  This was getting better and better. Was it possible?  Was there a
chance?  Was he going to take those shorts off while I was there?

His room was typical,  I guess.  I actually didn't pay much attention to
the decor.  He pointed to the bed.

"Have a seat.  I'm going to take a shower."  He set his Coke on the
nightstand and got a magazine out of the drawer. "Here's something for
you to look at while you wait."  It was a Playboy.  He grinned.  "Don't
get the pages all stuck together."

I smiled as he left the room.  I'd seen Playboy before.  In fact my
friend Todd's brother had said the same thing when he'd loaned one to
Todd and me.  I liked looking at the cartoons and reading the jokes, but
the pictures didn't do all that much for me.  Sometimes there were
scenes from a movie or something that had guys in them and somehow I
liked those the best.

I was sorry Chris hadn't taken his shorts off before he left for the
bathroom but it dawned on me that he hadn't taken any clean clothes
either.  Was it still possible that I'd get to see my first fully naked,
fully adult man?  I couldn't be so lucky.

It seemed he was gone for a long time but finally I heard the bathroom
door open down the hall.  I held my breath  as Chris came in the
bedroom. My prayers were answered.  He was naked as God made him, drying
his hair.  There was his cock, right where it belonged, dangling from a
thick dark bush of wiry hair.  His heavy sack hung down below.  My
breath caught in my throat as I stared.  The cock was probably twice as
big as mine, which was the only cock I knew to compare it to.  And the
balls were probably four times as big.  There was simply no comparison
between my little patch of wispy hair and his profusion.

Still drying his hair, Chris sat on the bed next to me.

"You didn't get the pages stuck together, did you?"


Part 2 to follow soon, I hope.  This is my first story. Hope it doesn't
suck too much.